Page 113 of Ever With Me

“I’d uh—” She struggled to think as he quickly undid the other buttons and pushed her shirt off her shoulders. “I’d slip my hand between my legs . . .”

He unhooked her bra, his gaze locked in on her breasts. “My God, your tits are fucking perfect.” His hands skimmed them gently, then he arched her back against one hand, lowering his lips to one nipple.

A brush. A flick of his tongue. The gentlest pressure of his lips around the nub. She drew a shattered breath, trying to think straight.

His breath was against her breast. “Go on . . .”

“God, I’m so wet.” She moaned as his lips enclosed around her nipple. “So wet for you, Brooks. I’d slide my finger against my clit, and my pussy was dripping.”

He groaned in response, taking her nipple into his mouth harder.

His sucking was fucking incredible, drawing deep electric currents from deep within her.

“More.” He moved to the other nipple, his hand palming the one he’d abandoned. “Don’t hold back now, sweetheart.”

Her back arched more as he drew her into his mouth.

“And I’d use the other hand to push deep inside my pussy, stroking myself . . . sliding in . . . and out . . .” She released a strangled gasp. “Brooks, I need your mouth on mine.”

Brooks lifted his lips from his feast on her breasts, then smiled. His mouth crashed against hers obligingly, a need there that had a frantic edge to it.

No restraint.

No holding back.

Just the pressure of the softness of his lips against hers, his tongue tracing against her lips, urging her mouth to open for his.

She closed her eyes as his hands claimed her, taut against her back as he pushed her into the front of his jeans, where his cock bulged against her.

Fuck. Yes.

I needed this.

She’d spent all week trying to keep herself from touching him and failing. Besides being the most gorgeous man she’d ever been around, his grouchy disposition made her want to kiss those smirks and sarcastic quips away.

He took his time delving into her mouth, his tongue softly circling hers, stroking her desire for him from a quiet low burn into a deep, seductive conflagration.Wildfire.

“Holy shit, I’m so wet,” she moaned as his hands slipped onto her ass. He shifted her better onto his hips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, the kiss deepening as she ground against him, aware of the distinct disadvantage she had wearing a skirt. She had just the flimsiest fabric of her panties between them—which were now soaked through.

She wanted him in a way she’d never wanted any man. Wanted to touch him. Feel him inside her.Right now.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, the softened peaks of her nipples brushed against his shirt. “Your turn. Don’t make me tell you all my secrets.”

He laughed lightly. “Is that how you think it is between us? You know the things I’ve never told anyone, sweetheart. Got me down to the marrow. A little taste of your sexy fantasies is hardly going to tip the scale.”

His words made her feel like putty in his hands.Dammit, how does he keep doing that?

“But if it makes you feel better, I wasn’t lying when I told you the other night I’ve dreamed of burying my cock in your pussy, Madison. I want it. And if I take it, you should know I’m a greedy son of a bitch. I don’t intend to share you with anyone. You still want to be mine?”

Mine? I’m not sure what that really means, not to a man like Brooks Kent, but I’ll take what he’s giving me tonight.

She ground against him, her lips against his ear. “I still want you, Brooks.”

“You have no idea how much effort it took not to kiss you in that orchard. If I’d had known you wanted me to, it would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”

“Are you planning on torturing me as a punishment?” She moaned, her knees pressing together reflexively as his hand moved down between her legs and pushed the fabric of her panties to the side.

“God, Brooks. Please,” she panted in response.

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